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In another corner of the city, the light and shadow change and the temperature drops sharply.
The most famous art landmark in the city center, the Shuiyue Gallery, is like a crystal palace suspended above the bustling city. The huge floor-to-ceiling glass curtain wall perfectly isolates the scorching sun and noisy voices outside.
As you step into it, a refreshing coolness instantly envelops your whole body.
The interior light is carefully designed to be constant, cool white and evenly distributed.
The light grey marble floor is as smooth as a mirror, clearly reflecting the clean and flowing white exhibition walls and the leisurely steps of guests in the tall space.
The air is filled with a very light fragrance blended by a top perfumer. It is a mixture of crisp cedar and some indescribable mineral scent. It is cold and alienated, with an unobtrusive yet highly recognizable style, silently telling the taste and threshold of this place.
At this moment, the gallery is holding an opening preview of a contemporary art exhibition called "Desire Realm".
On display are installations and paintings by a highly anticipated emerging artist.
The cold metal structure reflects the cold light, the broken mirror cuts the space, and the suppressed and tense color blocks flow with an almost cold poetic beauty under the precise lighting.
The entire space itself is a carefully crafted work of art.
Wen Lingyi appeared at the entrance of the gallery.
However, completely different from the image with a gentle smile at the doorstep, Wen Lingyi's aura at this moment has changed.
The sexy charm she had when facing Zhou Jianxing disappeared completely, replaced by a calm, focused, and even sharp professional aura.
His eyes were clear and determined as he scanned every corner of the exhibition hall.
The faint smile at the corner of her lips is a natural expression of her confidence and control.
She seemed to have switched channels, seamlessly transitioning from a gentle homemaker to the undisputed queen of this art kingdom, the artistic director of Shuiyue Gallery, Wen Lingyi.
"Mr. Wen, you're here." A young woman wearing a well-cut black sleeveless slim dress and meticulously made-up immediately came forward. Her attitude was respectful yet capable, and her words were fast and extremely clear.
"Mr. Wang is in the VIP room talking with Mr. Zhang from Rongding Capital and Mr. Li from Cloud Media."
"Mr. Lin and the curatorial team are waiting for your final confirmation on the lighting effects in Area A3. The media check-in area is ready. The list of key media and the latest schedule have been updated here." The assistant handed over a plain linen folder with both hands.
Wen Lingyi nodded slightly, took the folder, and began flipping through it quickly and calmly, while walking calmly towards the depths of the exhibition hall.
The crisp and rhythmic sound of her high heels hitting the cold and smooth marble floor echoed in the empty and tall space, as if announcing her arrival.
Wen Lingyi's eyes were as sharp as a hawk. She quickly scanned every work and every installation on the exhibition wall, evaluating the final presentation effect. Any slight flaw could not escape her eyes.
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"Area A2, the Rembrandt lighting position of 'Fission' needs to be more precise, the shadows need to highlight the tearing pain more strongly, and the visual center of gravity needs to be lowered by 5 centimeters."
She spoke into a tiny headset, her voice steady and calm, her instructions clear and precise.
The eye then wanders to a massive hanging structure constructed from twisted scrap metal.
"The warning signs for the spectator flow in Zone D were not eye-catching enough and were immediately replaced with fluorescent materials to ensure safe distances, especially from children's perspectives."
"Mr. Wen! You're finally here!" Wang Mingxuan, the gallery's helmsman, a middle-aged man dressed in a light linen suit and with an elegant and calm temperament, walked quickly from the direction of the VIP room with an eager smile on his face.
"Lin Rui is a talented kid, but this is his first time holding such an important solo exhibition in China. He's so nervous his palms are sweating. Can you calm him down? He trusts you the most."
"Don't worry, Mr. Wang, leave it to me." Wen Lingyi responded, her voice warm and pleasant, with the upturned ending tone firmly suppressed.
She handed the folder back to her assistant lightly, maintaining a steady pace and moving towards the A3 exhibition area swiftly but calmly with a clear goal in mind.
Wen Lingyi moved around the exhibition hall like a moving landscape.
The moon-white figure is like a touch of elegant and ethereal moonlight in the cool-toned exhibition hall, attracting countless admiring and inquiring eyes.
Along the way, greetings and praise flowed around her like a carefully choreographed piece of music.
"Mr. Wen, today's spatial narrative and arrangement of works are so layered! Full of tension!" An old-fashioned critic with gray hair and outstanding temperament praised sincerely.
"Sister Lingyi, long time no see! Your outfit today is a textbook example of 'less is more'! It's refreshing and elegant, and a perfect match for the tone of the exhibition!" A young fellow curator greeted her warmly.
"Mr. Wen, it's been a long time since we last met. You look even more elegant than before! The preview is truly stunning!" A senior collector, dressed modestly but with an air of elegance, greeted with a smile.
Wen Lingyi responded with a smile, her attitude calm and composed.
The arc of her smile was precise, and her greetings were just right. She was neither too enthusiastic to appear frivolous, nor too cold to appear impolite. She had mastered the sense of propriety to perfection, and it was ingrained in her bones.
He moves effortlessly among the well-dressed and whispered art world celebrities, top collectors, senior media professionals, and emerging creators.
These people have different identities and backgrounds, but they all represent the artistic discourse power and top wealth circles of this city and even the wider region.
Wen Lingyi was like an elegant and flexible fish among them.
It is not about deliberately integrating into the group, but naturally becoming a part of this circle, and even being one of its focuses and cores.
Her elegance and composure do not come from deliberate dressing or affectation, but from profound professionalism and the calm confidence tempered over a long period of time in this top world of fame and fortune.
When we walked to Area A3, the young artist Lin Rui was anxiously gesturing with the lighting technician, with beads of sweat still oozing from his forehead despite the abundant cooling air in the gallery.
Seeing Wen Lingyi, he grabbed hold of driftwood like a drowning man, his eyes instantly brightening: "Boss Wen! Take a quick look! The way this light hits the texture and color transitions at the edge of the canvas feels a bit off, not transparent enough, even pale..."
Wen Lingyi walked straight to the painting without stopping.
She didn't look at the light first, but reached out and gently patted Lin Rui's tense arm.
"Teacher Lin, take a deep breath. Your work itself is full of primitive vitality and a sense of tearing. You must believe in its power. I will solve the lighting problem, don't worry." Her voice was gentle, with a strong sense of stability.
After saying this, his eyes turned to the abstract masterpiece that occupied the entire wall, with misty blue and dusty yellow as the main tones.
She stared intently for a moment, turned her head, and reported several precise values and lighting terms to the lighting technician clearly and professionally.
The lighting engineer understood and took action quickly.
After subtle adjustments to the light, the originally slightly chaotic edge texture on the canvas instantly became clear and layered, and the color transition in the collision area of gray-blue and gray-yellow became more subtle and rich. The work's inner struggle, the pain of tearing, and the sense of power of rebirth were released with great tension, and the visual effect produced a qualitative leap.
Lin Rui was so excited that he could hardly speak as he looked at the completely new effect before his eyes. His eyes were filled with gratitude and sincere admiration. "Boss Wen! Thank you so much! You've really turned everything into gold! This is exactly the effect I wanted!"
Wen Lingyi responded with an encouraging and sincere smile. "Teacher Lin's work has a strong foundation. I'm just letting the light better serve it. Relax. Today's preview will definitely be a great success."
She looked around, her eyes scanning to confirm that every detail was under perfect control, then she turned her head slightly and whispered a few clear instructions to the assistant who followed closely behind her about the specific arrangements for the subsequent media interviews and the key points that needed to be emphasized.
Inside the wicker handbag, the phone screen lit up silently.
She took it out and took a look. On the screen was a routine message from a work contact. The content of the message made her frown slightly.
Her eyes were calm, her face still focused and composed, and she finished the task with a light tap of her fingertips.
Then, he put on the perfect social smile that belonged to "Wen Lingyi, the art director of Shuiyue Gallery" again, and cast his eyes accurately at the important collector with extraordinary temperament who was being led by Wang Zixuan, and took the initiative to greet him.
"Mr. Zhang, Mr. Li, welcome to visit us for guidance." Her voice was neither too high nor too low, clear and pleasant, and she instantly became the center of their attention.
"Please come this way. Mr. Lin's painting 'Boundary Monument' is a very important breakthrough in his artistic career. It cleverly combines the Eastern philosophical thinking on 'boundaries' with the visual impact of Western Expressionism, especially in the use of materials and the emotional expression of colors..."
She spoke eloquently, analyzing the core of the work like a butcher cutting up an ox, and she was also very good at explaining the context of art history and market prospects.
She has a friendly attitude, but speaks with unquestionable professional authority - that is both her confidence and her foundation.
Excellent conversation, insights and the calm demeanor that radiates from the inside out are themselves a silent and highly persuasive art.
The cool white light from the gallery fell evenly on her, and the moon-white silk glowed with a soft and noble halo.
Wen Lingyi is always cheerful and composed in her manners, and is the undisputed focus and soul of this exquisite and well-regulated art world.
The woman who flirted lazily in her nightgown at the door of her house, or inadvertently revealed a hint of playfulness in front of the sweaty young repairman in the early morning, seemed to be just an illusion temporarily distorted by the overly scorching sun in this midsummer.
The brief illusion was completely covered up by the professional, capable and well-rounded Director Wen at this moment, leaving no trace.
In this kingdom that belongs to her, she is like a fish in water and shines brightly.
Two worlds, clearly separated.
And she is obviously more accustomed to and better at the latter.
As for the little repairman who stood at her doorstep that morning, his face flushed with embarrassment because of the thirty dollars?
That insignificant, silly episode might have been buried in the dust of her busy schedule, without even leaving a ripple.
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